Makes sense, doesn't it? Socks and underwear, the first thing you put
on, keep 'em in the top drawer. And that's indeed where I found my
Cousin Denise's panties, in the top drawer of her pink dresser. I was
reasonably assured that she wouldn't be back for at least an hour, and
the rest of the house was empty, everyone having gone shopping that
morning.
Everything else in the room was neatly folded and in its place, but the
panty drawer was like a jumble of wild color: red silk, blue satin, lacy
yellow thongs, a few black and silver g-strings, all haphazardly tossed
into the drawer in no particular order. The perfumed scent that rose
above the mess was intoxicating.
Carefully noting the position of it, I gently lifted a tiny red silk
panty out of the pile and spread it out. The fabric was so thin it was
barely there. It was impossible not to picture Denise's womanly hips
filling out the sides, and her smooth thighs stretching the leg holes.
The mound of her pussy would be...right...there. I held the crotch of
the panties up and, arching my head back, laid them directly onto my
face, my nose buried in the outside of the narrow strip.
I had been rock hard for basically an hour, and as I stood there in the
middle of the room, I could feel the pre-cum moistening the front of my
boxer shorts. I waited a second before inhaling the full scent of her
panties into my nose. I think I could've come right there, without even
touching myself. Along with the flowery perfume scent was a sweet musk
that I was sure was the aroma of my cousin's pussy.
That was really all I needed, it turns out. I had wanted to sample a few
of the other panties, but I had an 18 year old's sense of sexual
control, so I immediately laid the red panties on the carpet and laid
down on my stomach with my face even with the crotch. Imagining myself
to be nestled in the "V" of Denise's legs, I slowly licked her panties
as if her wet pussy was waiting behind them. My cock was now straight
between my stomach and the floor, and I was rubbing back and forth over
the soft carpet. I pretended to pull the red silk aside to lay bare her
dripping lips and swore I heard her aching moans as I tongued her
engorged clit. As her orgasm rocked her hips upward into my face, I came
with shuddering intensity into my shorts, some of the sticky cum
seeping onto the carpet.
I lay there for a minute, satiated, until, as if on cue, I heard a key turn in the lock downstairs.
I didn't think I could even move that fast, but in what seemed like half
a second I was up, the red silk was back in the drawer, damp parts and
all, the drawer was closed, and I was rubbing the wet spot dry with my
sock. Looked like quite an indentation in the carpet where I had laid
down, but nothing could be done about that now. I just had to pray that
whoever it was didn't come straight up the stairs. I backed quickly out
the door and closed it as silently as I could, stealing across the
hallway into my own room just as I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
It was Denise.
"Thom, you up here?"
I poked my head out the door.
"Yeah, I'm just getting dressed."
"About time. Jeez."
"You're back early," I said.
She was standing in the hall in her sparkling white tennis outfit, talking to me without looking into my room.
"Yeah, my teacher had to go pick up his kids. Sucks, too, because I think this is my last lesson with him."
I pulled on a pair of jeans. "He's good?"
"Yeah, well, he's an okay teacher, but he's also gorgeous."
"Ah, so that's why you're so interested in tennis these days."
A twinge of jealousy there. What's he got that I ain't got. I mean,
other than not being directly related to you and all that? I kept that
part to myself.
"You got it, kiddo," she replied. "I'm gonna take a quick shower before everyone gets back."
With that she went straight into the bathroom.
Good, I thought. That'll give me a chance to make sure I didn't leave
any incriminating evidence in her bedroom. After I heard the water come
on, I slid back into her room and smoothed out the carpet. I was tempted
to leave it as it was, as there was sort of an allure to having her
wander around in a room with the indentation of my cock staring right at
her without her having a clue. Too risky, though.
As I stepped out of her room and closed the door once again, I realized
that the bathroom door was not closed. It came within about 6 inches of
being closed, and it brought up all sorts of interesting questions. Did
she leave it open like that on purpose? She knows I'm the only other one
here, knows I'm a horny bastard, why wouldn't she be more careful about
a thing like that?
This was a dilemma. Most likely there was no conscious intention there,
but on the off chance that there was, did I not have an obligation to
take advantage of the invitation? Crazy thoughts, but then again, raging
hormones will send the mind on some pretty weird trips.
I could hear the water splashing around, and I knew Denise was in there.
Naked.
Rubbing soap all over her body.
And the door was open.
I crept slowly toward the bathroom and peered into the narrow window
that I had without touching the door. The way the bathroom was laid out,
I didn't have a direct view of the shower, as it was off to the right
and around a corner. What I did have was a direct angle view of the bath
sink mirror, which gave me an indirect view of the shower. The exhaust
fan was on, and with the added air from the open door there was very
little steam, and the mirror was crystal clear.
The shower was one of those bathtub shower combos with a sliding glass
door, which was not clear glass but a bit smoky. Behind it, there was
Denise in all her glory, though from my view she was more in silhouette.
I could make out all of her tanned curves, but very little detail. Once
in a while a part of her body would brush the door and I would get a
clear glimpse of naked skin: a thigh here, an ass cheek there. Her
straight, dark hair cascaded down her back, and I could see the outline
of her gorgeous tits in profile.
This was all heavenly, and the best part was that she really had little
chance of seeing me. Risking a bit of movement, I pushed the door open a
bit wider. I could now squeeze through it if I wanted to.
I toyed with the idea of just walking in and going for it, since there
was a chance that's what she intended anyway. My hands were shaking.
Hell, my whole body was shaking. No, I thought finally, if I was wrong
it could get ugly, and I was probably wrong.
It had been a good several minutes since my last orgasm, and of course I
was ready to go again, and insistently so now that I was watching my
beautiful cousin nude, wet, and rubbing herself all over.
I got down on my knees and crawled into the bathroom on all fours until I
got to the corner, around which was the shower. I lowered myself down
onto the linoleum, my stiff erection almost painfully resting on the
hard floor. Peering around the corner, I was rewarded with a much closer
view. I was now only about 5 feet away. Looking in the mirror had
almost seemed like watching it on TV compared to this.
She was facing away from me, and I could slightly make out the crack of her shapely ass behind the sliding door.
And now I noticed something else: her tennis uniform, crumpled on the
floor right in front of me. The white polo shirt was there, and the
small white socks, and the skirt, and nestled within it was a small pair
of white cotton panties: the tennis underwear she had told me about
earlier. She had obviously slid both down over her thighs at the same
time.
And I could reach them.
Very slowly I moved my hand across the floor and hooked my little finger
around the edge of the panties. Glancing up at Denise to make sure she
was facing away, I dragged them back to where I lay, leaving them just
under my nose.
Ever since my cock had met the floor, I could feel the orgasm that was
imminent. The slight movement forward and back while I reached for her
underwear had brought me to the brink. Now, as I lowered my nose to her
still sweaty and musk filled panties, I could wait no longer. My cock
jerked and spasmed as I filled my boxer shorts with cum, the whole time
simultaneously watching my naked cousin in the shower and breathing in
the sweet aroma of her pussy on her sweat-stained panties.
There wasn't time to bask in the afterglow this time either, as she
surely must be almost done showering soon. I slowly eased her panties
back to an approximation of where they had been, right inside the white
skirt, at the same time that she began turning off the water inside the
shower.
This was gonna be close.
I backslid through the bathroom door, hoping I wasn't leaving any sticky
residue on the floor. In the same motion I was closing the door back to
where it had been. Just as I stood up in the hall, still hard and very
sticky, I heard the sliding doors open.
Back in my own room, my heart beating like a banshee, I was sort of amazed at what I had just pulled off.
It would be a year before I was able to get that close to Denise again,
in another state in a very different way, but it would be well worth the
wait.
To Be Continued...
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